who in eve’s form arrived,
her dark-eyed stare upon the light,
she hurried, hurried eagerly nigh!
So bashful, the Sun,
writ a welcome in the sky,
in crimson and red and sought to hide;
their meet, though brief, the magic complete,
the spell cast – a poet’s delight!
And as the eve hurried fervently by,
the blushing Sun, into the horizon, dived;
in ripples of orange, into the sea,
leaving in mourning, the marooned night!
Dreams for a morrow hopeful she weaves,
secrets in her tresses wide she keeps,
the sparkling stars, her unshed tears,
her moony lantern, she hangs on high!
in crimson and red and sought to hide;
their meet, though brief, the magic complete,
the spell cast – a poet’s delight!
And as the eve hurried fervently by,
the blushing Sun, into the horizon, dived;
in ripples of orange, into the sea,
leaving in mourning, the marooned night!
Dreams for a morrow hopeful she weaves,
secrets in her tresses wide she keeps,
the sparkling stars, her unshed tears,
her moony lantern, she hangs on high!
Her aura portends a secret sorrow,
hovers brooding until tomorrow;
feeble at dawn, tears forcibly flow,
dew drops, dew drops upon Nature’s floor!
hovers brooding until tomorrow;
feeble at dawn, tears forcibly flow,
dew drops, dew drops upon Nature’s floor!
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